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 Iraq 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.