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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Nas,
EPMD,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
The Move,
Swans,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.