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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Cameo,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.