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 Chad and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.