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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.