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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
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.