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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.