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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.