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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.