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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.