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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.