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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.