Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.