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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Gories,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
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Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.