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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Monks to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.