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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.