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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
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.