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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Faust,
X-101,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.