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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.