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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Franke,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.