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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Skriet,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.