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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
JFA,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.