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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.