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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.