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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Television,
Mars,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.