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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.