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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.