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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.