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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.