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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.