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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.