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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.