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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moebius to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.