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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.