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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.