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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.