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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.