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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.