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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Liliput,
ABC,
cv313,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.