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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.