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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.