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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.