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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.