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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.