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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.