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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.