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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Magma,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.