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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Interpol,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.