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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.