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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Association to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Wire,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.