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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.