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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.