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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.