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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Wire,
Main Source,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.