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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.