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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.