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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.