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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Faust,
The Gories,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.