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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.