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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.