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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.