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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.