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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.