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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Kayak,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Grauzone,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.