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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
cv313,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.