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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.