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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.