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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Television,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.