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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Pole,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.