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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.