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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.