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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.