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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.