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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.