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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now 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?
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.