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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.