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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.