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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Monks,
Pole,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.