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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.