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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.