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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.