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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.