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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.