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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.