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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.