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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.