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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.