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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Television,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.