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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.