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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Fear,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.