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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.