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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.