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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.