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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
UT,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.