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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.