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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.