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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.