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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.