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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.