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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.