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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.