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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.