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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.