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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.