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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.