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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.