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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.