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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Crime,
Wings,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.