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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.