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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.