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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.