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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.