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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.