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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Japan,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.