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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.