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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.