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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.