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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
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.