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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.