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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.