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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.