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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Japan,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.