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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Litter,
June Days,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.