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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.