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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.