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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.