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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Japan,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.