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 India and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
MC5,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.