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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.