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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.