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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Japan,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.