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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.