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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.