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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.