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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.