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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.