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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.