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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Television,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.