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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.