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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.