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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.