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 Mumbai.
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 Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.