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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.