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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.