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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.