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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.