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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
New Order,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.