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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.