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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.