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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.