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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.