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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.