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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.