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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.