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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.