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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.