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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.