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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.