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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.