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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.