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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.