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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.