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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.