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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
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.