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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.