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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.