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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.