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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.