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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.