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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.