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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.