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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Sound to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Faust,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.