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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.