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 Mauritius 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.