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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.