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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.