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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.