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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.