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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.