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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.