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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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.