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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.