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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.