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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Little Man,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.