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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
JFA,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.