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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Television,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.