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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Cluster,
The Residents,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.