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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.