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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.