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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.