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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pole,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.