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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.