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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.