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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
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,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.