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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.