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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.