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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.