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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 II to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.