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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.