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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.