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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.