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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
AZ,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.