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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Index,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.