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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.