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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.