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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.