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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.