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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.