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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Prince Buster 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Swans,
The Move,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.