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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.