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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.