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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.