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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.