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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.