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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.