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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 John Cale to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.