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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.