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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.