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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.