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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.