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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.