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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Names,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Fear,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.