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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.