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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Neu!,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.