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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Hashim,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.