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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.