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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.