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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.