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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 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 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.