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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.