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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.