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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.