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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Fear,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.