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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sparks to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.