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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.