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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.