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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.