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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.