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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.