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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.