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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Visage,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.