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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Sound,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.