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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.