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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.