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 France and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.