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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.