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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.