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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.