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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.