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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.