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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.