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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.