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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.