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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.