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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.