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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Smiths to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
June Days,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.