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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.