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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.