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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.