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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.