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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Swans to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.