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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.