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 India and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.