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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.