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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.