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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.