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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.