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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.