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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.