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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.