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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.