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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.