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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.