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 Russia and from Houston.
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 Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
AZ,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.