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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.