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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Darondo,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.