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 China 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.