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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.