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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.