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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.