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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Can to the punk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.