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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.