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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.