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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.