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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
X-102,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.