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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.