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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Visage,
Japan,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.