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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Slave,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.