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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.