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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.