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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.