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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.