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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.