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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
The Busters,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.