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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 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 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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 Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.