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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.