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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Gong,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.