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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.