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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.