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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Deakin,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.