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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Mars,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.