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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.