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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.