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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.