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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Can,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.