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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Kayak,
UT,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.