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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.