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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.