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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.