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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.