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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The Names,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.