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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
CMW,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.