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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.