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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.