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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
John Holt,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.