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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Faust,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Names,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.