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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.