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 Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.