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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.