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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.