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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.