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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.