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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.