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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.