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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.