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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.