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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.