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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Wings,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.