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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.