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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.