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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
UT,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Erasure,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.