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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Mars,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.