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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.