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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
the Association,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.