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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
the Germs,
Q65,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.