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 El Salvador 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.