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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.