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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Q65,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.