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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.