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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.