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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.