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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Scion,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.