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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Pagans,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.