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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.