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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.