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 Greece 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.