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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.