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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.