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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
MDC,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.