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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Q65,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.