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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.