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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Index,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
The Index,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.