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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.