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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.