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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.