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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.