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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
the Normal,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.