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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.