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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.