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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
The Residents,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.