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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.