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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Wire to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.