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 Costa Rica 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.