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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.