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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.