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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.