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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.