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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.