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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Names,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.