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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.