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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.