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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.