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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.