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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.