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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.