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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.