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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.