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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.