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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.