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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.