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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.