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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.