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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.