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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.