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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.