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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.