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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
DNA,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.