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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
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Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.