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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.