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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.