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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.