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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.