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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.