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 South Sudan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.