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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.