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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.