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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.