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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.