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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.