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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.