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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.