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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.