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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Quantec,
AZ,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.