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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.