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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.