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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.