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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.