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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.