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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Excepter 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.