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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.