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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.