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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Can,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Liliput,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.