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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.