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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.