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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.