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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.