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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.