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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.