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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.