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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.