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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Gong,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.