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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.