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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.