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 Taiwan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
the Swans,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.