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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.