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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.