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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.