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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.