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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.