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 Congo 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.