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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Can,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.