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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.