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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Move,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.