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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Japan,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.