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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.