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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Gong,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.