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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Kayak,
New Order,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Nas,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.