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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.