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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.