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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Little Man,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Technova,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.