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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.