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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.