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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Jandek,
Can,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.