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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.