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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.