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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.