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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Names,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Index,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.