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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
MDC,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.