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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.