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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Franke,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
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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.