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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.