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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.