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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.