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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.