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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.