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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.