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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.