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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.