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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.