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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Blake Baxter 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.