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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.