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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Q65,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.