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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.