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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.