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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.