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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.