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 St Lucia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.