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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.