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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.