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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.