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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.