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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.