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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.