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 Uruguay 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.