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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.