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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.