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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.