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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.