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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Magma,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.