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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Technova,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Can,
10cc,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.