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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.