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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.