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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.