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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.