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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.