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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.