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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.