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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.