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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Monks,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Can,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.