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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.