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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Index,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.