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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.