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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Crime,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.