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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.