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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.