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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.