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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.