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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.