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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.