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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.