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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
X-102,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.