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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.