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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Symarip,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.