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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.