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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.