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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.