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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
JFA,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.