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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 Taipei and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.