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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.