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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 Portland and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.