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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.