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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.